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if we turn the music loud enough

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more design work here.Collapse )
packing seems endless.
i had no idea all the random shit i've kept over the years, it feels good to throw so much stuff away.

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the saga of the crazy boss continues.

got sent home from work today, pretty arbitrarily.
i still don't really understand how i pissed my boss off so much. i spoke, like, three words and he just started yelling it me that i should "just go home...just get on a bus and go home." what a fucking waste of my time. i spent an hour and a half commuting this morning so i could work for two hours. stupid.

there are, obviously, two options for me now--show up to work tomorrow, or don't. immediately after this all happened, and in the moments i was calling my dad and walking and shaking, i was pretty resolved to never go back. but my dad was right--rob didn't tell me NOT to come to work tomorrow. my plan is just to show up, not talk to anybody (especially rob) and just work. i'm certainly not going to make an effort to resolve the conflict or be buddy-buddy with rob anymore. if he wants to consider what happened this morning and believes that he should do something about it, i'll talk to him. (and believe me, if i didn't have only seven more days of work, he'd need to talk to me) and if he doesn't want to talk to me, (which i'm sure he's not going to admit some sort of weakness, maybe that he did something WRONG to me) then i'm just going to let this one remain in the past.

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it's official.
my boss is crazy.

i can't stand him, just chatting with my parents about some of the problems i've had makes me like my job less and less. but that's okay, because after tomorrow i'll only have two weeks left.
just to share a story about my crazy boss--the evidence i have that he's racist: weeks and weeks ago, he and i were printing shirts for an anti-drunk-driving campaign in Louisiana. (don't ask how we manage to get orders for that sort of thing all the way out here in utah--it confuses me) while printing, we were chatting about the state of things down there--i was shocked that there was any need for a drunk driving campaign, knowing how destroyed stuff was. "apparently," he said, "they're doing the wild partying just like they were before the hurricane. that part of town is already rebuilt." of course, that got us talking about the hurricane. i mentioned how the 20,000 disenfranchised blacks were confined in the ill-fitted superdome, how most of the 60,000 displaced residents were the poorest blacks in the entire state, how government red tape slowed all the efforts to help people...and rob just snapped back, "yeah, but you know what happened when a group of refugees were moved to sandy?" i responded, "...no, what?" "well, within the week there were 2 rapes and a murder." ...what, like the stupid actions of SOME means that EVERYBODY is bad? hell, how does he even know if those murders were committed by the refugees? worse than that, DOES THAT MEAN THAT PEOPLE DESERVED TO DIE, LOSE THEIR HOMES, AND BE IGNORED BY THE GOVERNMENT?


yeah, my boss is crazy.

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my entry will simply be a transcript of my journal, about the Monday i had.

7/9:

well, i finally made my first BIG mistake at work. i mean, so far, i'd just been working with screens and washing and doing sort of menial shit--but the more difficult and less autonomous tasks are easier to fuck up. it was pretty much my first day printing on the manual press. all morning i'd printed Hawaii stuff--and we had a new hire, so i was free from the really, really, bad stuff. this afternoon, i knew we had a 3 part order for a wood crafting company. Rob had made clear to me and mike and baldi that this order COULD NOT get screwed up, because there definitely wouldn't be time to get replacement shirts if anything went wrong. Well, once the colors had been mixed, shirts had been counted, and a pellin had been printed, i was given the go-ahead. I cranked through one order--the first problem was that nobody was catching for me--if someone had been, maybe i could have stopped before i got to the next order. but i was under the impression that everything was okay. I kept printing onto the next order./ Eventually, i guess rob came over and started catching--and realized my prints simply weren't good enough. The prints were getting stretched because the palates i was using still had lots of glue from the last order, and the thin ladies shirts were sticking and getting stretched when i pulled them off. Not only that, but the prints were thin and cracking.
Rob called mike in. Baldi followed. mike sorted through which shirts would be usable--and which shirts just needed to be scrapped. Majority were unusable. geoff was called to contact the customer and inform them as to what happened and if they'd want new shirts. I'd ruined nearly $300 of ladies shirts, which can't be had locally--it would take a couple of days for that stuff to ship. The customer wanted the shirts TOMORROW. while all this was going on, rob said "peter, go acetone screens." yep--i just got demoted. Will i ever print again? who knows. I went to rib five minutes before leaving (instead of washing up) and apologized. I asked," can you please just take the cost of the shirts out of my paycheck," but he responded, "we don't take costs out of employee paychecks," and i explained that i felt awful and wanted to try and fix things as much as i possibly could. (additionally, i'd like to have a chance to print again, since it took a goddamn 3 weeks before he let me) He said,"i don't hold you personally responsible. Yeah, you were the one pulling the squeegee, etc. But it's your first day on the press, and that's why i asked mike and baldi to supervise you..." and rob DIDN'T FUCKING MENTION HOW THEY LET ME FUCK UP! he didn't say, "i'm more disappointed that they didn't do their job," or even," i'm sorry nobody stopped you." NOTHING. Is it because i'm temporary, because i'm young, because what? he DID say that the real person to apologize to was geoff--because the customer is going to give him hell, not me.


what a shit Monday.

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to begin: a stab at poetry...Collapse )


what a wonderful time trial to start the day. i was pretty tired when i woke up, but ended up tying wilson's old course record of 22:47. great weather, it was actually COLD when we started, and now it's only 10:30 and it's unbearably hot outside.
erin's cousin is here this weekend and next week, which means that i may not be seeing so much of her for a little while. her cousin is really cute, full of energy and curiosity and verbosity. i'll miss erin--but family is family, and i can be patient for a week.

planning on posting pages from my sketchbook sometime.

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to follow carey's suit, i'm posting my vector art here.Collapse )

anyway, i'm just like emily--i get on here, and forget what i'm going to write about.

i think i'm going to print more copies of my little book, and see if the library's "zine" section wants them. who knows, maybe someone will want to actually read and see it. i want to make another book about all my experiences with girls, i think it could be an interesting one. however, i need to learn more about bookbinding first. perhaps this community can help.

maybe if i bind some books and write some thankyou notes i'll have something to say on here.

bleh tuesday.
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i'm too busy these days, but it's not with interesting stuff.

work still sucks. i still have the same responsibilities i had during week 1--and we're on week 3 now. i guess things will probably change eventually, or at least, i hope they do.

had a great weekend last weekend. spent a wonderful friday night and saturday with erin, including a 5K saturday morning. erin and i crawled out of bed at 7:10 to register by 7:30. and then i ended up seeing one of my old running coaches at the meet--the guy who won the st. george marathon. anyway. it was fun, i got third (and lost my prize certificate for ASICS shoes, 'cause i put it on top of the car and drove awayyy.) and then erin and i napped for the rest of the day.
sunday, i helped my parents prepare for what has been called "one of the best coffee hours ever held at st. paul's" and then ate lunch with jay and tyler. i vastly enjoyed seeing both of them, and letting my metro/gay side come out for a little while. at the end of the afternoon, tyler left, and jay and i chatted and wandered over to this little park i'd never been to before--there was some great lighting, and jay took some shots of me.Collapse )

anyway, not much else going on. i'm trying to get back into ski practice, which is hard after taking a few weeks off. erin won't be there tonight because it's her brother's birthday, and he's come back to town for the week. and i have no idea what to get him.

nobody thought i could do it...
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well, i finally did the inevitable.
i deleted my myspace.

in case you never do this yourself, here's what the last moments of your myspace life look likeCollapse )

yeah, i feel nice and clean now.
no more annoying-15-year-old-attention-seeking-scene-bitches.
fortunately, i have the contact info for the REAL friends i made on that site.

anyway, time to write college gift thankyou notes.
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dad,
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you yelled at me like it was 7:30 when i woke up this morning,
and i looked at my watch and it was only 7.

so i took you seriously, like the roads were made of glass and that getting ski clothes would take an age. i hurried when i ate breakfast, i hurried when i got dressed. i hurried when i got my ski clothes together and i hurried when i got my books together. and when i got the garage? you weren't ready yet, and you made ME sweep off the car and load everything up. and you still weren't ready when i was done.

and you yelled at me again.
no wonder i think everyone hates me sometimes.



let's hope the day goes uphill after this.
god, i haven't written in here in forever.

today was region:
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i placed 4th. state is next wednesday. hope it goes well...





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